I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1271 | 2021-05-19 09:37:47 | 72.52 | 95% |
| 1133 | 2021-03-25 11:53:21 | 71.99 | 95% |